This is a song about "50 vent"

Is written in our souls, africa

50 cent said it best nigga

I'm sorry for this sadness i have i use rap as a vent

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

Bout a 50 million skaters screamin faster

Choking on them white boys make a black panther

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

I vent my dreams cause the pens intense to me

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Yelawolf, 50, and don't forget tech nina,

50, thousand volts you're gunna save for later.

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

I told myself that i would play it cool

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

So i gotta take itya never know when it's all gonna happentha rappen or tha drugs

To condescend, disassemble, diss or vent and give or send men that paid off mortgages